"Good," he said. "I booked another flight. Marco thinks he’s got you cornered, but he’s wrong. This isn’t running. This is you taking your life back."
Damn right.
The airport was alive with noise—announcements echoing, people moving, the hum of conversations blending into one. But I didn’t hear any of it. I walked with my head high, using my real name, my real passport. No more fake IDs, no more disguises. Marco had taken those, thinking he could control me.
Let him think that. Because the truth was, I wasn’t sneaking away like some shameful secret. I was leaving as Olivia Carter—wronged, betrayed, but undefeated.
And just as I settled into my seat, just as the final boarding call rang through the speakers, my phone vibrated. Marco.
I stared at the screen for a second before answering. "What do you want?"
"Where the fuck are you?" His voice was sharp, demanding.
I smirked. "We’re divorced, Marco. Why do you care?"
"Olivia, don’t play games with me."
I chuckled. "Games? That’s rich, coming from you." I leaned back in my seat, crossing my legs. "If you must know, I’m with my man, Damian. Isn’t that nice?"
Silence. Then, a low, dangerous growl. "You think this is funny?"